In 1931, eighteen-year-old An Rong was already able to shoot and write by himself proficiently. The pen %fun %www.biquge.info became a major hero in the newspapers to expose the Japanese conspiracy, because no one knew that she was Anrong because of the pen name used.

Sunny March, green grass.

In the spring of that year, except for the foreign invaders who flaunted their military might on the Chinese soil, trampled on the blood of the Chinese people, and insulted the dignity of the Chinese people, the people's lives did not change much from the previous two years in this troubled era.

Liuhua County, an ordinary and ordinary county seat. Recently, however, there have been disappearances, mostly of children between the ages of five and fifteen, as well as girls between the ages of sixteen and seventeen and pregnant women. The people in the county thought that they had encountered ghosts and monsters, and they came to arrest people, so they quietly abducted children, girls and pregnant women, and superstitious people began to run away from the countryside.

An Rong was ordered to come here to investigate.

She was accompanied by a young man who was three years older than her, also with strong blood, and had just come out of school.

That troubled era was a generation that made people's blood swell, and it was also a generation of countless unjust souls who died tragically. How many literati and artists have disappeared in this era, and how many heroes have appeared in this era.

She and Brother Liu live in a family in Lishu Village, where there is an eight-year-old boy. That's the biggest reason they live here.

Because the children in Lishu Village have all been arrested, only Congcong, an eight-year-old honest boy, remains.

The little face was fat, and when he smiled, he pouted two small dimples and two small tiger teeth.

An Rong liked this child very much, and came to Lishu Village on the third night. Alert, she was awakened by the slightest movement outside, and quietly got up, hanging the camera on her chest with her hand.

She quietly opened the window and saw that it was not a ghost or a monster that had come to arrest people—it was a human.

Cong Cong didn't even exclaim, he covered his mouth and nose and passed out.

It was a small group of people, only seven or eight people, wearing Japanese military uniforms, and by the moonlight, she could see that they were military boots that only Japanese soldiers had. The past two years of career have made her much bolder, and she didn't have time to wake up Brother Liu, who came with her, to follow quietly, and the camera was turning in her hand.

Even if it was a German-made camera, it was too backward, and the clicking sound alarmed the people in front.

Before she could run, she was caught and taken away.

In a mountain not far from Liuhua County, Japanese military equipment appeared, and she was thrown into a cell full of mud and damp soil along with her children.

The Japanese soldiers were cold and cruel, and the cells next to them were separated by thick wood, so that they could see the scene from one side at all. It was a bunch of girls, and she was thrown into the boys' pile. She is also glad that she is in the boy's cell these days.

The children huddled together, flustered and scared.

She and Cong Cong hugged each other, and the two comforted each other. The camera on his chest was taken away by the Japanese when he was caught. Everyone's eyes flashed with fear and fear. Even she was no exception, she had known about the brutal behavior of the Japanese, so she was even more afraid of the unscrupulousness of those brutes.

In the following days, she seemed to be in hell, and saw scenes that made her want to die and have a nervous breakdown.

In the circle opposite, all of them are still children, the youngest is five or six years old, and the older one is only twelve or thirteen years old.

But the brutes, drinking wine, opened the cell, seized one and rode on the child and violated it.

The children's sharp resistance and slapping were exchanged for angry slaps and insults from the brutes. She saw that a girl was slapped to death by the Japanese. She looked like she was only six or seven years old.

The pants were rudely removed, and then the disgusting object was done on the children's bodies.

Scared, the screams of fear came into her ears, she watched, shed tears, grabbed her hands, and pinched her nails into the ****. She was afraid, she was cowardly, she didn't dare to stand up and scream, and even covered her mouth and hid in the corner.

In the face of that despair, the children's voices echoed in her head over and over again, and she covered her ears and wept, not daring to make a sound.

At that moment, all that remained was the sound of fear in the opposite cell and the frightened voice of the child in this cell who was not frightened. Despair and darkness swirled through her world, bringing the nineteen-year-old girl to its knees.

Ding Guling suddenly retreated, her expression was cold and cold, and her face was not very good. Her eyes seemed to be clouded with a layer of water, and she loved memories and used them as food, whether evil or beautiful. She can enjoy it very much, feel everyone's joys, sorrows, and sorrows, as if she is experiencing it, and it is like watching other people's lives.

But this, pure despair, confusion ahead, pure evil, made her unable to bear to retreat all of a sudden.

This was the first time, and I was frightened by the memory of being eaten.

Ding Guling frowned quietly, not responding.

"What's wrong? Didn't detect? Yue Yuan looked at her expression and asked strangely.

After staying in the Dream Pavilion for half a month, he also basically understood the existence of the Dream Pavilion and the ability of the Ding Bone Spirit.

No matter who it is, as long as there is a drop of blood left, it can detect and absorb all the memories and knowledge of the other party. At worst, it can also detect some of the other party's short-term memories based on used objects.

If Gao Zheng was here, knowing this ability, he would definitely be overjoyed. This is simply a natural expert in solving crimes! As long as she is there, there is absolutely no case that cannot be solved.

However, the monster is actually a very selfish animal, and she has no time to care about others and help others. Before you do anything, you have to think about yourself. She won't do anything good if it's not good.

Chen Anshi set the rule that she blends into the crowd and can't hurt people, just because she wants to learn to be a man, doesn't want to be maverick, and wants to protect herself.

Ding Guling looked at Du Chengran, this young man, according to the shadow of his grandmother, was slightly similar in appearance.

The girl's desperate eyes still lingered in her mind, making her brow furrow tighter and tighter.

From the task given to him by his grandmother, Du Chengran has experienced it strangely enough. So even though he was amazed by everything that happened to Yimengge and this girl's performance, he also calmed his heart and calmed down. What's more, after a while, in the big surprise, it has slowly calmed down. He looked at T-Bone Spirit calmly.

"I saw the memory that your grandmother had forgotten, but I didn't see it all." He saw that the girl was looking at him fixedly, but she didn't seem to be looking at him, and said coldly.

This is the first time that Ding Guling wants to escape, a little bit unwilling to take on this task, and does not want to look at that memory.

At the beginning, it was cruel and disgusting. Yes, her feelings are not evil, not the loss of conscience, not the abuse and beating of those people, and the killing of them to vent their anger, but disgusting. She would rather see rivers of blood and corpses sink all over the field than watch such a disgusting scene.